The Master Craftsman

After the sky split, craftsmen became the last gods. The Sky Rift descended, shattering steel and cracking concrete. Humanity was trapped on floating islands, and the world crumbled every day. Mo Fei, a house builder in the marginal zone—nine out of ten houses he built collapsed, earning him a reputation for poor skill. Until a gap demon broke through the wall, and he dismantled the monster into building blocks with a single finger. His left arm petrified, stability zeroed out, his body turning to stone. The Sky Mend Bureau came knocking: 'Come to the rift zone to fill your fate; you won't last two years.' He pinned on a copper badge, picked up an old ink pot. The world collapsed, he repaired it. The sky split, he held it up. His body turned to stone, he kept going. The master craftsman wastes no material—no piece of wood is useless. And no person is worthless.